Aberration | ᵀʰᵉ ᴼʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡˢ/ᵀʷⁱˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵒᵛᵉʳ ⁽ᴱˡⁱʲᵃʰ ᴹⁱᵏᵉᵃˡˢᵒⁿ⁾ [4]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎; 𝙷𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍

𝙷𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍

    Wiping the condensation the mirror left behind. She felt someone watching her. Felt someone's eyes burn her body. Chills and nerves webbing together, working slowly suffocating her.

    She refused to sleep. Refused to function that part of her that was all human, the species that was supposed to be left behind and die off. For when she fell asleep whatever was inside of her would send the same nightmares. Renee killing her. Whispering words that soon became a chant that evolved into a prayer, a simple mantra of her demise.

    Leaning against the bathroom counter. The air hot and heavy, making more condensation. Making her skin drip wet at the mere steam. Hair left for the water to be squeezed out, dripping onto the floor.

    Images of a reality so far away from Rosalice's fingertips yet felt so real. Another version of a nightmare where her kids were taken from her. Their lives forever gone. It made her insane to just think about.

    She felt her chest tightening, heaving to grasp the warm suffocating air.

    Elijah wasn't there. Nor was Hayley. The two taking every kid to see their Grandma Mary. Rosalice didn't give herself the chance of following. Coming up with the reason, "I need to watch Renee... it's only fair I return a favor she gave me when we were kids."

    Was it the true reason why she stayed behind?

    No it wasn't.

    She was incredible at lying. At deceiving. It was how she acquired many things done to her in her lifetime.

    In that moment all she wanted was a pair of warm arms wrapped around her, pressing a kiss to her head. Whispering comforting words to her that those nightmares were only dreams and not reality itself.

    Who's to say that dreams can't be reality?

    Words echoing in her mind. Her breathing became heavy. She felt her chest drag up and down.

    A glowing blue coming back for more. That black puff of cloud revealing itself once more. Listen to me and your children will survive. It seemed to lie. To scarf down misinformation down her throat so she could do the devil's bidding.

    She felt absolutely insane with this thing inside her brain. Felt insane that no one but Renee couldn't hear her. A witch's doing. And all they simply knew about the witch was of its name, The Hollow.

    Finishing putting her clothes on, Rosalice exits the bathroom. Her eyes landed on the bed. Empty. And made. Elijah made it before he left. Always picky about cleaning things. It's no wonder where Sage had gotten it from.

    Her eyes that held so many secrets and painful reminders took in the abandoned home. Leaves and vines growing all around. She remembered when she finally just managed to calm down all of her kids and assure them she was fine. Soren had torn himself away from her and examined the same walls. Taking in the plants that spoke to him with ease. That didn't judge him for never revealing his voice to the world after learning the true nature of his gift.

    It wasn't peculiar watching as he did his work. Examining such plants. Learning if they were poisonous or not. Learning their eating and drinking habits. Gifting his siblings a small portion of his plants. A love language of his. Giving and giving even if there was nothing left to give. Another Mikealson trait. Something they got from their father.

   Elijah gave and gave until he was on his knees. Even then Elijah Mikealson always managed his ways to find himself back on his feet only to give more than he could offer. It was his own self destruction at its finest.